I have had many experiences that would belong in the realm of what is called the paranormal today. I definitely believe. Here is just one example.
I was visiting a friend in NYC (Doc's owner in fact which makes this even more interesting if you have been following my blog) and we were out just walking around soaking up the city. It must have been Spring to Fall because I don't remember any discomfort or sensation of rushing and I for one do not stroll the streets of NYC in the Winter.
We passed by one of those Fortune Teller signs. You've seen them before, walk-ins welcome. We were just larking around with a little money to burn, both of us single and unattached, so we decided to check it out and see what our futures held.
Here is what the lady inside told me:
1. You have already met the man you will marry and he is already in love with you. (I found this intriguing, but unlikely. Interesting idea but still pretty generic prediction-wise.)
2. He is tall and dark, and yes, handsome. (Well, you can imagine the inner smirk I was having as she said that.)
3. He is considerably older than you. (Interesting thing to say.)
4. You will be married within a year.(At least a hard and fast prediction, one that I found hard to believe though given my circumstances at the time.)
Everything she said to me was true, every bit of it.
I had "met" my future husband a year before our "love bird" meeting. A friend was visiting and her boyfriend was looking for a certain kind of antique lamp. My current boyfriend and I took them to the most well known antique store in the area. A huge sprawling place called "The Famous Daniel Store" which had been around for over 100 years. All I remember about that meeting was how the owner kept hovering around my friend and I instead of helping the guys out on their lamp search. I assumed at the time he was interested in my friend because she was a hotty by anyone's definition and I have always been a BBW. To us he was a nuisance (we were both in happy relationships so he might as well have been invisible) and we repeatedly sent him away to deal with the guys, assuring him we were just browsing and his only hope of a real sale was with the lamp guy. My friend's guy found the lamp of his dreams and we left. End of story from my point of view. I never thought of the place again until over a year later when I was looking for that love bird cage. I hadn't thought of the owner at all.
The visit to the NYC psychic took place after the lamp looking incident, but before the cage incident. When I did go in search of the bird cage ( at least a year after the lamp visit), the owner greeted me with a loud and ecstatic, "Oh, it's you!!" This was so odd I looked behind me, certain he was talking to someone else. Seeing no one, I assumed he had mistaken me for someone else instead. My confusion gave him time to gather his wits and he behaved more normally for the rest of that visit. But much later my husband revealed to me that for him it was "love at first sight" (and why he had made such a nuisance of himself on the occasion of the "lamp" visit) and he had desperately hoped and prayed I would come back to his store one day, thus his outburst upon seeing me... so part 1 of her prediction was 100% correct.
As for part 2, he was tall, dark, and handsome by anyone's standards, check out the picture. As for part 3, he turned out to be 18 years my senior. The story of us discovering each other's ages is a pretty funny one and I will probably share it here someday. And as for part 4, we did marry within the predicted time frame.
So, yes...I do believe. My husband passed away 9 years ago today. Sharing this particular part of "our" story feels good. Our marriage had its proverbial ups and downs, but it was surely meant to be!
So here is what I think. Go get your fortune told with a crystal ball, or your astrological chart done. Have your tea leaves read, or a Tarot card reading. Go to a seance if you are invited to one. The so called paranormal is not so way out there. It is just a different layer in our many-layered world.
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